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  • Writer's pictureM. Renae Dubois

Morosity




I'm tired of all the posturing


The smiles, the looks, pretence!


You want me to be happy


But I prefer to be intense


You want to make me happy


But how when I contend


To these assholes that would have me


Of all resources rend


I'm determined to be sullen


Until it all begins to go


Everything in my favour


That's why I'm so low


Cos everything I try to do


Comes to no fruition


And I am left bereft of all


Good attitude and decisions


My girlfriend tries, I know she does


To lift me from my stupor


She says I carry a bad vibe with me


And that I am a (loser) 


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